Age of Adepts Chapter 1167: Plague Trap
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Find the enemy!
As soon as this information was obtained, the Troll team that was still struggling 70 miles behind was quickened.
Grass-green figures whistled through the dense jungle, sprinting and panicking, disturbing the entire jungle. Those jungle creatures, whether carnivorous or herbivorous, clamped their tails and hid in their lairs, humming and trembling, and none dared to come out to investigate the situation.
With a clear goal, the speed of the Troll legion is extremely amazing!
Within half an hour, the leading Troll leaders came to a clearing in the woods and saw the Troll hunter covered in yellow-green smoke.
The other party is at a dying moment, lying on a yellow grass, with his body curled up and coughing fiercely. And the purple and black plasma it coughs will rise to a thick cloud of smoke, whether it falls on the green grass or the lush bush from above.
And the surrounding plants began to wither and wither at a rate visible to the naked eye after touching the cloud of smoke.
Several Troll leaders could not help but retreat.
A particularly tall and strong Troll stood out from the crowd and drank, "Go and invite Sanger Master!"
Several Troll fighters next to each other get orders and turn into the jungle.
It didn't take long for the sound of shattered branches of shrubs to keep coming, and a thin and weak old man like Sang Master appeared in front of everyone.
Compared with other Trolls, Sanger Master looks too clingy, has a severely stiff body, and holds a black Heim stick that is taller than his own. There are some strange decorations hanging on the rod head, with animal teeth and polished stones in it, but more of them are miniature creature skulls soaked in herbs.
Sanger Master is a Second Grade witch doctor. Long-term exposure to various highly toxic substances has also caused its Constitution to be cut extremely badly. It was wrapped in an outdated and crude animal skin robe, and the exposed chest and face were covered with strange patterns painted with indigo paint.
As soon as he arrived at the scene, Sanger's Master's eyes were attracted by the lingering poison cloud.
"You all step back and be careful not to touch the smoke. They are filled with terrible poison ..."
"Sanger Master, do you think these toxins can be removed?" The leader of the Troll team is an extremely strong Third Grade hunter. It stands to reason that its order is higher than that of the old witch doctor, and it should be able to give them orders directly.
Unfortunately, in the country of Troll, because of the scarcity of Caster, the witch doctor who has the ability to hold a few elements magic and poisoning has become a fragrant puppet, and wherever he goes, he must receive high-level courtesy.
Therefore, Third Grade 's Troll hunter should be polite to a Second Grade witch doctor!
"Let's try it!" Sanger Witch Doctor frowned. "The toxins used by the enemy are Variation we have never seen before. They are not extracted from plant juice or animal glands, but ... ... but an extremely tiny and terrible living creature ... "
"Living creature? Master, are you saying that all these poison clouds are alive?" Several Troll leaders heard the words, with an incredible look on their faces.
"Yes! These smoke-like things are actually made up of tiny poisonous insects, so they are difficult to entangle." Speaking of this, Sanger Witch Doctor pulled out a musk-like pine branch. Ignite it, and the faint light of smoke immediately drove those yellow-green poison clouds to a distance.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sanger Witch Doctor bent over to the Troll hunter who was infected with the "evil disease", and the protagonist found out some pungent grass cakes and dark bodies from the clay pot around his waist The poisonous scorpion chewed in its mouth.
The carapace is shattered and black blood overflows.
The Sanger Witch Doctor spit out the sticky paste formed by the poisonous scorpion and grass cake, and dipped his hand to start drawing a strange pattern on the forehead of the Troll hunter. Looking at this rune form from afar, there is a circle on the outside, an inverted triangle on the inside, and a weird eye pattern at the center of the triangle.
Strangely, as soon as this weird rune is drawn, the dazzling dazzling light lights up on it, lighting up every line and every pattern. This dazzling light seems to have a strange high temperature, which scorched the Troll hunter's skin, and the lines and the location of rune began to sag downwards slowly, which seemed to etch into the skull.
The dying Troll hunter Gande screamed and jumped from the ground, his head widened, and a terrible cloud of gushing out of it. After more than a dozen full fingers, this cloud of smoke became thinner and gradually faded.
After eighty-eight fingers, Gande spurting out all the toxins, it shuddered and fell down.
Although its breath is still weak, its vitality is slowly recovering.
"Saved here ..."
"Great!"
Several Troll leaders showed joy on their faces at the same time, nodding their thanks to Sanger Witch Doctor.
"Take it down and take care of it! Those toxins will not recover from its body in the short term, it will take some rest to continue fighting!" Sang Witch Doctor whispered, several Troll soldiers came forward Lift the Gande and send it to the rear.
Unlike the smiles of several Troll leaders, Sanger Witch Doctor's face did not have a slight smile.
This is a terrible toxin that it has never seen before, and there is a faint sense of magic in it. If the invader can easily mass cast, with its detoxification method, I am afraid that it cannot protect the entire Troll legion at all.
However, while the Sanger Witch Doctor was worried, suddenly the Troll hunters shouted in the distant jungle.
They are chasing the enemy team!
Troll soldiers are fast chasing and chasing through the jungle, while sending out all kinds of disturbing and strange howling, while using javelin for long-range sniping.
In front of them, more than a dozen vampires in the form of scarlet bats pierced through the woods, desperately dodging the terrible shots of death spears. Unfortunately, no matter how crazy they flee, the number of Troll fighters who are chasing them is also increasing.
噗噗 噗 ...
Each javelin twists trees, shrubs, grapevine into pieces like black lightning, and the green juice is flying around. Several blood-red bats, who could not avoid it, were stabbed to the trunk, struggling with mad twisting.
So, more javelin and shuttle darts flew over and wore them into poor skewers.
After a puff of blood-colored smoke, the blood-red bats of death turned back into human figures, revealing their true colors.
Green skin, fierce faces, terrible fangs, and strange patterns covering the whole body ...
Troll soldiers couldn't help but yell and scold, they can see that these dead bats were also their companions. I just don't know what methods and means those wicked enemies used to transform them into this ugly look.
"Follow-up ... Follow-up pursuit ... Can't let these intruders escape ..."
The low, hoarse roar of the Troll leader sounded in the jungle, and received howling responses from dozens of companions.
The powerful and elite Troll fighters followed the remaining few blood-red bats and rushed into a small-type basin.
Here, the strange howling of Troll soldiers came from all parts of the jungle.
You can tell from the sound that they have successfully enclosed the enemy in this basin.
Where do they know? Just a few ten miles away, the top of a cliff protruding above the forest, Mary, Soros, Poison Spirit Remy and many vampire are all entangled here, watching the battlefield distantly.
"The enemy has fallen into ambush! Remy, it's up to you ..." Mary nodded at Poison Spirit Remy, who immediately grinned cruelly.
When Remy patted his mount, the giant poison dart frog climbed a few steps forward. It stood on the back of the opponent, both hands opened, and howled quietly towards the jungle in the distance.
A strange sound wave traveled ten miles away and began to echo above the battlefield of the basin.
In the jungle, a team of Troll fighters widened their distance, held javelin high, and searched carefully in the basin. As long as there is any wind and grass moving around, their javelin and shuttle darts will shoot in the rain.
With their strength and precision, no prey can escape their hunting and hunting!
A small group of Troll fighters just searched from here on the edge of a bush. The ground they walked through opened a small mouth silently, and a faint yellow smoke wafted from it.
The yellow smoke is not dense, and it is almost invisible in the mist in the jungle.
And there are hundreds of such plague dropouts in the entire jungle of the basin, each of which is placed in a bush or at the bottom of a tree root.
There is no wind in the basin.
A pale yellow cloud lingers in the forest, which is not noticeable at first. But when they gradually began to thicken, Troll still found something wrong.
A Troll warrior stabbed out with a spear, penetrated the bark of the tall ancient tree in front of him, and picked out a small-type tree hole with a plump body, like a large maggot, spewing yellow poison freely. Zerg in the fog.
When the Troll soldier picked the zombie in front of his eyes for careful observation, he inadvertently caught a trace of that yellow poisonous mist. He immediately felt a faintness in his head, and his hands and feet were a little sore and weak.
"The trap ... this is a trap! Retreat, rewind!"
The next second, the horrified roar of Troll soldiers rang through the jungle.
Unfortunately, they know too late!
I don't know when, the whole basin is completely covered by the terrible poison cloud.
There was a violent coughing sound from trolls throughout the jungle.
"Exit ... all back out of the basin!" The leader of the team Troll roared with a voice.
Under its command, the Troll soldiers who rushed into the basin rushed to escape again.
Unfortunately, every Troll fighter who escaped the basin was surrounded by lingering terrible poison clouds. As soon as several Troll soldiers who were too poisoned rushed out, they used both hands to hold their necks tightly, and they growled in pain on the ground.
trolls's vitality is indeed tough enough, and the body is strong enough. It is a pity that in the face of a horrible plague laid out by Third Grade Poison Spirit, they still cannot carry it.
For a time, there was painful roaring everywhere in the woodland, and the poor figure rolling around ...